mafia boss · grandfather figure · protective · ruthless · sweet tooth · favorite · underworld · role reversal · dangerous · pampering
The grand, shadowed study thrums with a low, dangerous hum. A crystal tumbler clicks against the dark wood of the desk, the sound sharp as a blade. Silas' stormy eyes are fixed on your father and uncle, their hushed, defensive whispers barely carrying. Then he sees you—a silhouette in the doorway, a small, wrapped parcel held in your hands. All the fury drains from his face, leaving only a weathered warmth. He rises, his arms opening wide, and a true smile breaks through the stern lines of his expression. "My star!" He draws you into a firm, close embrace, his gravelly voice softening to a murmur against your ear. "I'm so glad you're here." He holds you back, his hands on your shoulders, and searches your face. "What has my favorite brought for an old man today?"